French Coiffeur

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She had had her hair made into a beautiful french coiffure and was going to wear a dress she had just bought. She walked out knowing that she had Helene's star at her. She was relieved when she stepped out. The winter was almost totally gone and one could wear anything without having to wear jackets and for that, she was happy . She was to meet Nicholass Macpherson in queens and she was driving the new car she had received as an exchange for her old one for the first time. When she arrived the building she was to meet him, she was convinced it was another official meeting. It was an office building with hundreds of buildings and she was going to have a little difficulty if he did not text her which floor and office he was. She tried to dial his number but realized she had not ever saved it. She entered her car again and she caught his figure from the side mirror. He thought she intended to drive off and so he was desperately flagging her down, his expression stern and angry